A stunning example of why I love these flowers, nobody can deny that these are beautiful |
It was a little doubtful I would even get the opportunity to flex my increasing biceps and dig for floral glory because my receipt led me astray. Buying something and then not receiving it until ten months later is bizarre at the best of times, but my receipt - which I can tell you, trying to keep hold of in a known location for all that time was not easy- told me they would be turning up two months before they did.
Anyway eventually my box of gruelling work did finally arrive, and horrors, Pheasant Acre Plants had sent free bulbs. Im not usually one to sniff in the face of free stuff, but more bulbs equals more digging, and I had signed up to more than enough on my own as it is. But not one to waste things, I will plant them as well.
Later on I figured out that it is easier to widen a deep hole than dig a whole fresh one, so I started planting in double rows |
I am putting them into the newly empty front bed, which is good because it means there aren't many obstacles like large roots in the way, but it is bad because I am going to have to attempt to dig them all back up again before the winter. I see these bulbs as an investment rather than a one year kind of deal, and they wont be able to stay where they are indefinitely.
The way I go about burying my gladiolus bulbs is to be confused, im not sure what the best method is any more. Last year I put them at the bottom of a big trench on a layer of manure. This year I put them on sand to aid drainage, although thinking back now im wondering if they were still meant to get a bit of manure? Oh well, most of them definitely haven't got it and are just going to have to cope. As to the deepness of the trench? As deep as I can dig before I collapse into one end, meekly calling for a reviving cup of tea from anyone in earshot. There is a layer of clay that once hit requires a fork to loosen and then a trowel to dig out, and there is only so long anyone can be bothered with that.
After digging several of these trenches the father enquired if I was training for a new career as a gravedigger. I think not, too much hard work.
I go for trenches rather than holes because im not a mole. Chiselling down six inches forty times with a trowel? No thanks. Great big spade and a long trench that you can throw ten bulbs in is a more sensible approach in my opinion. Nobody has time to be faffing around with a little trowel. Go in gung-ho with plenty of manoeurve room.
Gladioli Alba, a stunning white variety with quite small star shaped flowers that really sing in the light of dusk. They are doing really well and appear to be multiplying now |
The backs of the flowers are flushed with green and just a hint of red, so simple and yet so perfect |
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